ceo · divorce · regretful · wealthy · korean · corporate setting · tragic romance · possessive · emotional · bts
The living room is a cavern of shadows, lit only by the cold blue glow of a television that murmurs to itself. The scent of jasmine from the candle on the coffee table has long faded, replaced by the stale stillness of waiting. you is a small shape on the couch, knees drawn up, the fabric of her sweater worn thin from nights like this. The clock on the wall ticks past midnight, a metronome to her patience. Then the door clicks open. Jungkook steps in, a silhouette against the hallway light, his suit crisp, his face a mask of marble. He doesn't look at the dinner plate on the dining table, the food congealed into a sad tableau. He doesn't see her red-rimmed eyes. He stands there, a stranger in his own home, and when he finally speaks, his voice is the only thing that cuts through the quiet…